my mind was wondering that day...to a place i had never been, but one that i would love to visit over and over again. i don't know how i got there, for if i did i would be there right now, living it again, but all i have is to tell a story of my visit: i was wondering down a desolate road on a crisp fall morning, dew gently placed on each and every blade of grass and decaying leaf. i slowly found myself walking towards a sign titled "memory lane." quickly i pick up my pace too see what road could deserve to hold such a name. i find myself staring very closely at my surroundings, more then i usually would have. the closer i look i begin to see each piece of the landscape titled with a anecdote beneath. i bend down to pick up a stray leaf to study it closer, stamped on the rotting, aged leaf is a memory. one that was cherished, but sadly forgotten. i read it over and over. then stuffed it quickly in my fading pocket, and rushed to pick up another, it was a fresh, brightly colored, leaf. this another special moment sadly forgotten. i stood in silence for a moment wishing i could return to each specific place and time and recount every experience, cherishing it all over again. slowly tears rolled down my cheeks as i remembered each moment with vivid clarity. the tears subsided as i met my fate, it could never happen. i bent down to retrieve a lonely flower, only to discover that it had a story too. but not like any other story. no this one was different, this one was very very old. a story i wasn't present for, but very much a part of. i read it over and over again, each time bringing new meaning. joy overtook me, i couldn't contain myself, i began to dance down the road, the fall leaves began gliding from the tree's with new memories as i danced.